Chapter 80 - It's Never Wrong to Have More Faith in God

Wayne's fingers grasped the air, mimicking the action of drawing a sword.

A dense aura of death spread out, and the grey mist washed away the foamy waves that surrounded him from all sides. It was an attribute restrain, making it twice as effective to erase the foam created by Life Magic.

Wayne: (-`´-)

What's going on, I haven't drawn my sword yet?

Has my swordsmanship become this accurate?

A man in a grease-stained white coat emerged from the void. Plank grasped the Pendant of Death in his hand, and the grey mist swirled around him, condensing into a ghastly white skeleton's head above him.

Gods are not tools. Chaotic faith comes at a price. The hand holding the pendant turned into bone, and a heavy pallor of death shrouded his face.

Wayne was about to be dumbfounded. His vest system switch had been interrupted twice in a row, and he couldn't help but suspect that Plank did it on purpose.